Gemotions

The antique shop was filled with the scent of old wood and forgotten things. In a dusty box, Eliza unearthed a letter. It was addressed to her ex-husband, a man she hadn't spoken to in decades. The handwriting was hers, but the words felt like a forgotten language.

She read it again and again, each time feeling a sense of disquiet growing within her. The letter was a confession, a truth she had locked away years ago. She blinked. The world seemed to wobble slightly. It was as if her entire reality was a trick of the light.